Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Croatia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ralphi Rosario to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Organ,
Sight & Sound,
Severed Heads,
D'Angelo,
FM Einheit,
Nas,
The Walker Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
The Searchers,
Derrick Morgan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dave Gahan,
John Cale,
Brick,
Fela Kuti,
Skriet,
Metal Thangz,
Second Layer,
Surgeon,
The Tremeloes,
Accadde A,
Jerry's Kids,
Pole,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minnie Riperton,
Outsiders,
The Offenders,
CMW,
Stereo Dub,
Spoonie Gee,
New Age Steppers,
The Sound,
Ohio Players,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grey Daturas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fall,
Gang of Four,
Don Cherry,
Radiohead,
Robert Görl,
Sound Behaviour,
Wire,
Arthur Verocai,
Minutemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q and Not U,
Mandrill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Litter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Girls At Our Best!,
Section 25,
Warsaw,
Con Funk Shun,
Alison Limerick,
Eden Ahbez,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.